Seven Hours Past Noon

Brooding alt-rock groove with roomy drums, distorted bass, and reverb-soaked guitars, Male vocals stay intimate in the verses, then break into a raw, shout-sung hook, Subtle organ pad swells in the chorus, Bridge strips to bass, vocal, and dry kick before the final, louder chorus with doubled leads and gang shouts on key words

[Verse 1] Alarm on repeat Sun’s halfway gone Coffee gone cold Screens still on Laundry in piles Like failed plans on the floor I keep saying “in a minute” Then I never hit the door [Chorus] This is the weight of staying still Seven hours past noon I’m here I’m here Drowning in the things I never will Seven hours past noon Year after year [Verse 2] Texts left on read Dreams left on draft A list on the fridge I just walk past Dishes in the sink Stacked like guilt in my head I’m so tired of my excuses I just lie back instead [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] How many chances Can rust in my hands How many days Slip through like sand If time is a thief I’m handing him the key [whispered vocals] He doesn’t steal it I give it up for free [Chorus]

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